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*Kita watched with disinterest as the Zombie spoke...only caring about the key points that would have her meet this dark puppetteer. She watched as the zombie pulled back the coffin lid and then exploded. She did not flinch....did not hesitate and quickly moved foward...climbing inside of the stairwell and began her descent down towards that voice that had spoke to them, completely ignoring the others that stayed there. She did not care if they went or stayed. She was silent and nothing of her movements made sound, out of her own habit. *

"Melodramatic a*****e..." Was all Sol said as he got up from the coffin after the Zombie exploded. His two guns and several clips of ammo were very visible from the outside. He walked up to the other coffin as the two females entered it. He "peered" down into it since this again was pretty much impossible for him to do as he had no real eyes. Slowly he stepped in and walked down into the gloom after them: the little girls giggles echoed throught out the stairs.

Sol felt this would be a good time to piss off the Puppeteer so he yawned deeply and stretched. "Huh? What? Did you say something? Sorry but I couldn't hear you over your dramatics!" He yelled not quite pissed but bored that this being was keeping up this game. "So what do we do?" He asked those gleaming teeth of his shown in the gloom.

The puppeteer stood up on top of the plaque. He gave Sol a nasty look and looked at Kita with interest.

"You should first understand you've already past the point of no return. What I have for you is a simple game. All you need to do is find my throne room within the castle. Many have tried before... Merciless - the puppeteer grinned at Kita - Reckless - he looked at Sol with despise - and even the naive - and he nodded at the young girl playing with the skeleton's arm."

Asylum was always dark, like night time had fallen in love with the gloom here and decided never to go away again. The full moon was blurry and cast a pale light on this nut-shell world.

"Any questions?" spoke the puppeteer to the three.

(( who the f*ck voted "No" on the poll?! If there was a book written on this subject, I'd devour it in a matter of hours! ))

((Sorry about taking so long....lol))

*Kita did not flinch as he approached....her own eyes steady on his own as he did so. Beautiful? She wondered if he knew what beauty was. She did not watch as he approached the other. As he made his leave...she did not say a word, simply started onward....her boots not even making a sound upon the dead ground.

Her fingers now moved...coiling around the hilts of two of her blades....she continued on....sliding the blades slowly from thier sheathes...her eyes only focused on the Castle itself.*

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*Emily giggled as the puppet man disappeared...leaving the smoke and she began to swingher arms around trying to *catch* the smoke. When she lost interest, She watched as Kita started to walk towards the castle and then she turned to the other man and her lips spread into a large grin as she ran up to him and started to tug on his sleeve.*

"Why are we going to the Castle Mister? Is there a party there? Ooo....I love parties!"

*She squealed and started to dance around, bounding from one foot to the other enthusiastically, her curls bouncing around her shoulders wildly.*

Grey still had no idea what had happened to her world, but she was no longer afraid.

She held her head high as she walked the dirty streets of her pillaged home, shouting out to the survivors. Slowly they remaining ones came, their eyes black with the sight of death, insanity, and senseless pain.

Grey looked over her companions in hell and spoke. "My friends," she said, holding her hands out in the universal sign of peace, "our lives are under attack by an enemy stronger, faster, and far more cruel than we. Not one of us has not watched a loved one fall beneath the march of these sadists. It is time to fight."

The crowd grumbled, shifted, looked off to their hiding places. "Listen to me!" Grey cried, "Some of us can escape. I have spent the last week traveling, and the world still exists outside this realm of hell. But not all of us can make it. Insane men and skeletons roam this new world, and some must fight them, so that others can escape. Namely," she said, looking directly at a man, his arms wrapped protectively around a small girl, "the children."

The man looked down at his child, then back at Grey. "Who will take care of them?" he asked huskily.

Grey paused. "Of course we will need some to accompany the children, to lead them to safety. Whoever you choose is up to you."

The man nodded, pulling a gun from his belt. "I am with you," he said quietly.

Others murmured their assent, and soon the people fell to deliberating who would fight and who would escape. An old woman shrieked as a young man pulled out a knife and chose to stay.

The old ones went to their homes; they were too slow to go with the young and too old to fight. But a large number of able bodied men and women stood before Grey, their faces lined with steely determination.

"Allright, here's the plan," Grey said, very aware that hundreds of lives depended on her.